Snow flakes fall outside my window
as I contemplate your existence
The things that have brought us together
they are small compared to what we have become
Never had I thought we would end up this way
in our own labyrinth trying to reach each other
Though hedges block my path
I can still hear you calling my name
And I call yours in return
It's a desperate game, love is
The idea that we should love and be loved romantically by only one
It hinders opportunity and all sense of possibility
Because though he may be the one who holds your form at night
I am holding on to the idea of you and all the possibilities
while the snow falls outside my window
representing our desperate chase to find the ground and feel it underneath us
We blow around in search of security
Some may find it by attaching to others before they hit the frozen earth
But others never truly find their place
You're my snow flake
out of reach but perpetually in my mind
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Reaching for the Moon
PoesiIn a sense, this is a love story. Every one of these poems has been written for one person in particular -- my moon; ma Lune, as I call her -- illustrating the ups and downs of our relationship that thrives on possibility yet hangs from nothing but...
